Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.